they will kill me.

it's december. winter.
it's 68 degrees outside & the sun is shining.
it's indiana.
you are lying on my couch & you smile.
you crush & you breath & exhale & spin.
i shake.
your eyes are purple.

just like the first time. just just like the first time.

it was october. fall.
it was 67 degrees outside & the water was warm.
it was indiana.
you held onto me for the first time & smiled.
we touched & we laughed & glanced & wondered.
we shook.
your eyes were purple.

             -"it's you, because i am myself again when you're in the room".